My Thirteen-Year-Old Son Sold His Guitar to Help a Classmate. The Police Visit the Next Morning Revealed What Really Happened.

He was rinsing potatoes at the sink.

“I keep thinking about the eleven months we saved for that guitar,” he said.

“I do too.”

“I was angry when I found out he’d sold it.

I still get angry thinking about what could have happened on that bus or at that shop.”

“So do I.”

He dried his hands.

“But I also remember being thirteen.